Visiting a friend

Right, she needed to visit John. She was far from working for ARGUS, but with everything that was going on it wouldn't benefit anyone to tread on their toes. Even if she might need to get... creative.

She left her apartment, and drove to John's place; he wouldn't be on the clock just then. Idly she glanced in her wing mirror.

Huh. All that time with Team Arrow might be getting her paranoid, but she could swear that car was following her. Diaz? No, no way, it was broad daylight, even he wouldn't try anything then. Still she kept an eye on that car as she drove.

When she arrived, she parked and quickly got out the car, crossing over to enter the building. She glanced behind her; it didn't look like anyone was planning to burst in, guns-blazing. That was... probably good.

Her meeting with John only took ten minutes; he was in a bit of a rush, preparing to head out to ARGUS as it was. After their talk they headed out together, Felicity a little glad of the company. It probably wasn't Diaz but she was always a bit paranoid these days.

"Miss Smoak?"

She jumped and turned, then relaxed to see two uniformed officers. Ok, so they'd been the ones following her, hopefully just keeping an eye on her.

"Yes?" Felicity said. Beside her, Diggle moved out of the way. He frowned.

"Have you seen the news today?" one said, the woman. Her male partner shifted behind her.

"Uh, yes," Felicity said. "What's this about?"

"Good, then you know what we've been empowered to do," the policewoman said. "Please, turn around."

"Wh-what?!" Felicity said.

Diggle hesitated.

"Under emegency powers granted by the DA, we are legally allowed to strip search you, Miss Smoak," the policewoman said. "You're a known vigilante associate, under the new provisions that's sufficient reason-"

"Just a minute," Diggle interjected; the male cop shifted again warily.

"Don't make us charge you with obstruction," the woman said.

"You can't be serious!" Felicity said, voice just a little bit higher. "Not in the middle of the street. N-not with John..."

"Provisions state wherever and whenever," she said. "Whether or not he stays isn't our concern. Now, please, lift your arms above your head or we'll have **** but to charge you with obstruction."

Felicity paused for a moment. She couldn't afford to be delayed, and she really didn't want another mark on her file, but... Was it really worth getting strip-searched in the middle of the street?

She glanced around, cheeks pink. Oh she was going to have words with Laurel later, what the hell had she been thinking?!

Tentatively, Felicity obeyed. It only took a second for the policewoman to step close and begin to push Felicity's top up, over her head and arms. Her face vanished beneath the blue for a moment, and when it came back into view she was flushed, her bra bared to the open air.

Not even blinking, the policewoman turned back around and handed the garment to her colleague who began patting it down, searching it.

"Turn around," the policewoman said.

Blushing, Felicity did so. Now she was facing her car, her now-bare arms guided to be outstretched over the roof. She did her utmost to not meet the eyes of anyone walking down the opposite side of the street.

She squealed as her skirt was pulled down, leaving her in matching pale underwear. Her feet were guided to step out of it, even her shoes taken as she did so. Still facing forwards, Felicity could only guess her clothes were once more being handed over to the other cop.

Ok, it had to be over now. Right? She was in just her bra and panties! What more could they possibly think she was hiding?

And then she felt hands at the waistband of her panties. Felicity yelped, taking a step back to turn:

"Don't move," the policewoman said.

"Isn't that enough?" Diggle said.

"We're empowered to do a full search," the policewoman said. "Step out the way."

Oh god, and Diggle was still there. Felicity yelped again as her panties were quickly slid down her pale, slender legs, baring her ass to her friend.

She tried very hard not to think about the policewoman's bodycam.

Awkwardly she shifted, trying to at least shuffle in front of the divide between the windows of the car. She didn't want people to see-

"Turn around," the woman said, flicking the clasp on the back of Felicity's bra open.

Felicity squeaked; the policewoman repeated herself. Cheeks a burning red, Felicity obeyed, whimpering as she exposed her pussy to John. And then, moments later, her bra was smoothly pulled down her arms and her modest tits were bare too.

She moved to try to cross her arms but the policewoman quickly grabbed her wrists; "Stay still. We'll tell you when we're done."

Felicity whimpered, flushing still. She fidgeted again, hyperaware of the cool air against her skin. Damn it, she had not wanted to ended up naked in the middle of the street today. Or ever.

She held her arms out to her sides, posed like a T; she bit her lip to stop whimpering again. Still she couldn't help a sudden squeak every time there was a breeze, brushing past her small nipples (each hardened from the cool) and her pussy.

The two cops, meanwhile, searched her clothes.

"Are you ok?" Diggle said.

She swallowed, cheeks somehow getting even hotter at the reminder her friend was seeing her nude body.

"Does mortified countas ok?" Felicity squeaked.

"I, uh, I need to get to ARGUS," Diggle said. "I just wondered if I should stick-"

"N-no!" Felicity squeaked. "G-go! Your job's important!" And doesn't involve sticking around here and looking at my boobs.

Felicity breathed a sigh of relief as he moved past her; then she yelped as she remembered she'd been searched against his car. In seconds it was driving off down the street, baring her ass to far, far more people.

"A-are you done?" Felicity squealed.

The two cops paused, looking over to her, considering.

"I think so," the woman said. "Nothing suspicious this time. We'll take these as evidence, and you can continue with your day."

Gratefully, Felicity quickly drew her arms over her body. One crossed over her tits, covering up her pointed nipples, while the other moved lower to hide her cunt from view. She squirmed on the spot, still aware of her rear.

It took Felicity far too long to realise the policewoman had been pointing to her clothes.

"Wh-what?!" Felicity yelped. "You can't take my clothes as evidence, I need them!"

"Under the new powers we can," the policewoman said. "You're a person of interest, Miss Smoak. When the lab's gotten a better look you can have them back. If you want we can take you to the station to wait for them. You'd need to be cuffed while you were there, though."

Felicity squeaked. She didn't think she could flush much deeper.

So her choices were run down the street naked in a frantic effort to get back home and get clothes, or wait at the station but be cuffed and so unable to cover the slightest thing?!